yo gotti, 42 dugg & cmg the label - dog house lyrics
[intro]
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)
[refrain: yo gotti]
f+ck the judge, f+ck the lawyer, bring my n+ggas home
write the plug, tell him i miss him, think i’m comin’ home
dog out if my b+tch say i’m in the dog house
dog drought if my lil’ n+ggas movin’ dog out
[verse 1: yo gotti]
my b+tch p+ssed off, she say i’m in the dog house (dog house)
keep fightin’ that sh+t until they let your dog out (dog out)
a pill after pill, already blew a mill’ (uh)
go broke for my dog, that’s how real n+ggas live (beep)
i’m on the east side ridin’ in the rolls truck with two fns (two fns)
richard mille, that’s worth two h+llcats and a cl benz (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i see y’all haters, i’m lookin’ at you n+ggas through cartier lens (cartier lens)
i dm b+tches like, “f+ck somethin’, ho, i don’t need no friends”
cuban (cuban) two+tone (two)
money (money) too long (frrt)
team (team) too strong (i am)
way at the top where i belong (belong)
dope boy rockin’ that vlone, big bruh smokin’ on strong (woo)
spendin’ my time tryna free homes ’til my lil’ n+gga come home (’til my lil’ n+gga come home)
i say this sh+t ’cause i mean it (i do, i really do)
i had your b+tch in a demon (i really did)
i had her suckin’ up s+m+n (what she do?)
you was at home dreamin’ (d+mn, ho)
i’m in the trap and i’m schemin’ (i am, i am)
you in the trap and you fiendin’ (you is, you was)
i keep a strap in my jeans and (yeah)
your b+tch in the back and she screamin’
[refrain: yo gotti]
f+ck the judge, f+ck the lawyer, bring my n+ggas home
write the plug, tell him i miss him, think i’m comin’ home
dog out if my b+tch say i’m in the dog house
dog drought if my lil’ n+ggas movin’ dog out
[chorus: yo gotti & 42 dugg]
dog house (dog), dog house
b+tch, i’m movin’ dog out (dog), dog out
b+tch, i’m in the dog house (dog), dog house (phew)
and b+tch, i’m movin’ dog out (dog), dog out
[verse 2: 42 dugg]
ayy, two+tone
bust ap off two phones
that’s dog and weed
they scam for us, send ’em all the beans
they fam’ to us, don’t call them fiends
i’m hustlin’, n+gga, better know my grind
don’t f+ck with n+ggas, don’t call my line
yellin’, “free the youngin,” doin’ all that time
lookin’ through his pictures, wish he saw them signs
can’t blame my n+gga, we living
yellin’, “not guilty,” and i did it
still ten toes in that kitchen
did six straight without b+tching
tool saucin’ and i’m willing
truck cost ten and i’m peeling
i lost friends and feelings
over lawyer fees and pictures
ayy, i told my n+gga i got him
you ain’t did sh+t, to my knowledge
straight curb servin’ like college
yeah, i graduated, n+ggas animated
all the b+tches love me, n+ggas gotta hate it
got the city turnt, thinkin’ i done made it
i ain’t did sh+t
n+gga, lou gone, i’m still sick
hope he feel this
[chorus: yo gotti]
dog house (dog), dog house
b+tch, i’m movin’ dog out (dog), dog out
b+tch, i’m in the dog house (dog), dog house
and b+tch, i’m movin’ dog out (dog), dog out (i am)
[outro: yo gotti]
frrt
on everything i love, n+gga, for real, yeah
y’all know me, real street n+gga
east side wayburn in the road trip with doggy
from the beginning, n+gga
who jumpin’ off jets, pullin’ up in the projects, in real life? (frrt)
me, that’s who
i am
sh+t ain’t never stop
Random Lyrics
- early work - alive enough lyrics
- vomit forth - seething malevolence lyrics
- tricky youth - isn't life grand lyrics
- jay cinco - right from wrong lyrics
- šanov 1 - facebook lyrics
- yasmin hutchins - hypnotisiert lyrics
- goddess fiji - trap lyrics
- foeva - red, yellow, green lyrics
- america part two - the same lyrics
- joan shelley - when the light is dying lyrics